Mo Wen looked at Xianzong Niu drinking the good tea that should be tasted carefully, raised his eyebrows, looked at the smooth stone ground in front of him, his eyes were smiling, but he didn't speak anymore.
Xianzong still felt thirsty, so he didn't dare to speak, Xianzong was crying.
At this moment, Gu Xinglang was sitting in a sapphire blue sedan and was drowsy. Li Wan sat down beside Gu Xinglang. People stopped until they reached the gate of the palace.
A general of the forbidden army personally lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.
Li Wan lowered her head to her chin and pressed her chin to her chest, clasping her nervous hands together.
"He is the one who guards the concubine," Xiao Wei said beside the general.
The general felt that something was wrong with Li Wan, not to mention that the clothes did not fit well, this person was obviously trembling, a large inner guard escorted the concubine out of the palace, should you be so scared that you tremble? "Which commander are you under?" the general of the forbidden army asked Li Wan.
After Li Wan entered the palace, her face was ruined, and she stayed in the Buddhist hall all the time. How could she know the names of the guards and commanders in the big inner circle? Immediately, his body trembled even more.
"Why haven't you left?" Gu Xinglang forced his eyes to open, and said, "I'm not feeling well, how long do I have to wait?"
Xiaowei stretched out his hand and put down the curtain of the sedan chair, and said, "General Liu, after the concubine returns to the mansion, he has to see an imperial doctor for a doctor's consultation. What do you think?"
General Liu said, "Where are the tokens for them to leave the palace?"
"The sage has spoken," said Xiao Wei, "out of the palace, General Liu can ask the father-in-law on duty beside the sage for it."
General Liu wanted to say something else, but another general surnamed Qian came over and said, "Since the concubine is unwell, let's go back to the house as soon as possible, so as not to delay the illness."
"Well," Gu Xinglang responded in the sedan chair, and he was short of strength.
"Let's go," Xiao Wei ordered the two eunuchs carrying the sedan chair without waiting for General Liu to speak.
After the eldest family followed the sedan chair out of the imperial palace, they took a breath of the air outside the palace walls of the imperial palace. Although the air inside and outside the palace was no different, the eldest family felt that they were alive again.
The two generals of the Imperial Army watched Gu Xinglang and his group walk away, and then General Qian whispered to his colleague and friend, "The eldest princess and the Gu family are being favored now. What are you doing to offend Gu Xinglang?"
"But the big inner guard in the sedan chair..."
"Don't talk about it," General Qian interrupted General Liu, and said, "Gu Xingnuo is still in charge of the palace, and the sage will not ask about it. If you ask something wrong, who should you ask for credit?"
General Liu stopped talking now, the young lady of the Zhao family stabbed the young master of Yongsheng Temple, no matter what the final conclusion of the matter was, General Liu did not believe that the Zhao family could still turn around.
"But why didn't the princess go back to the house with the concubine?" General Qian stopped his friend and said to himself again.
General Liu didn't answer this question. People like the eldest princess can only look up to them. If they get close, they will die, right
And where is Yu Xiaoxiao now
Yu Xiaoxiao was standing on a roof of the small courtyard last night. Standing here, the entire small courtyard was unobstructed in Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes. In the small courtyard below the house, the bodies of three monks were lying down. Looking at the bones, these three were all followers of Wuhuan. Yu Xiaoxiao felt that she was late. The three unhappy subordinates died, indicating that Mo Wen had already started.
I go.
Yu Xiaoxiao nodded like a drum on the roof tile, and Gu Da Ge also asked her to be careful not to be followed by Mo Wen's people. As a result, their intelligence work has reached the point where they can find the enemy without needing to be followed. What to do now? Yu Xiaoxiao asked herself, should I go back and ask Mo Wen to ask for someone
Just when Yu Xiaoxiao was thinking about returning to the imperial palace, she heard a very slight moan from behind her. Yu Xiaoxiao hurriedly turned around. There was still a small courtyard behind the house, but with Yu Xiaoxiao's eyesight, she didn't know what to do. Saw someone coming from this courtyard. Leaping from the roof, Yu Xiaoxiao stood in the center of the courtyard and listened carefully with bated breath. This time, even the voices of the people on the street outside the courtyard could be heard clearly by Her Royal Highness.
In the dungeon, the dusty corpses smelled of rotting after being left overnight and morning. The two hearts that fell to the ground were incomplete, and it was unknown whether they had been eaten by insects such as mice or cockroaches.
The two monks stood in the cell, staring at the dusty corpse for a long time.
Outside the cell, Wuhuan was standing against the wall, with five monks standing beside him, taking him seriously.
"The monk who kills the dust, are you going to fight against the host to the end?" The monk standing in front of Wuhuan turned around and looked at Wuhuan. The monk was over seventy years old, but his eyes were sharp. Liang, when you hear it, you are a person with deep internal skills.
Wuhuan was silent.
Standing on both sides, the two monks holding Wuhuan's hands looked at Wuhuan and ignored the old monk's question, and they both exerted their strength on their hands.
Wuhuan snorted.
The old monk looked at Wuhuan and shook his head, "Back then, the host shouldn't value you."
Wuhuan waited for the pain in his wrist to pass before saying: "Let you, the head of the martial monk academy, deal with me. It seems that the host still looks down on me."
The old monk said coldly: "What's the use of arguing with the poor monk? You should think about it carefully. After seeing the host for a while, what are you going to tell him."
Wuhuan still wore a wooden mask on his face, and the large bloodstains on the mask seemed to have been smeared with red paint.
"Take the dust and dust with you," the old monk ordered, "take this person to see the host."
Several monks pushed Wuhuan out.
The old monk walked behind Wuhuan with his hands behind his back, as if he was certain that Wuhuan would not dare to resist.
The two monks in the cell took off their monk robes, wrapped the dusty corpse, hugged the other sideways, recited Amitabha, and then walked out of the cell.
In the eyes of these seven monks, Wuhuan, the national master of Zhuri, the former young master of Yongsheng Temple is already a dead person. Not to mention Zhuri, this person also killed two senior monks of Chenzi generation. The sin, the host Mo Wen is not executed without joy, how to convince the tens of thousands of monks in Yongsheng Temple
The dungeon room was opened, and the sun hurt Wuhuan's eyes.
"Go!" The monk behind him pushed Wu Huan.
Wuhuan stumbled forward. He was not injured, but his shoulder was dislocated, and several large acupoints on his body were sealed. Not to mention the loss of martial arts, but wanting to fight against the seven monks behind him, he had more than his heart. Not enough.
"Who is it?" The old monk asked suddenly before he left the dungeon door.
In despair, Wuhuan raised her head and looked forward.
Yu Xiaoxiao Backlight stood in front of Wuhuan, looked at the seven people behind Wuhuan, and said, "Your master must have been a woman in his last life. After getting pregnant with you, he was abandoned and killed by you, otherwise he would be killed in this life. He won't kill you like that."
Wuhuan and the eminent monks of Yongsheng Temple...
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